Arian loved Camp Half-Blood for the sheer fact it was always sunny. The sky was a magnificent beaming blue, completely clear, zero clouds, and the sun shone hotly, making the temperature today rise to 36°C.
The Neapolitan girl was wearing a pastel orange tunic with light golden spirals and a white pair of Dolce & Gabbana shorts tied around her waist by a small braided leather belt. Her glossy brown hair was braided over one shoulder, some streaks died pale orange to match her outfit. She had accessorized with a white fedora, oversize Guess sunglasses, golden bracelets on one arm and a golden ankle bracelet, drawing attention on her high heeled buckled sandals.
She had finished her lessons for today and was chilling in front of the Apollo cabin, listening to music with her white iPod whilst drawing on her tablet. Her khopesh-like sword, Harpe, was attached to her side, the sun shining on her, warming her tanned skin and making the sheath's leather gleam up.